Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Martius. That euer eye with sight made heart lament.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere,
Aron. That he thereby may haue a likely gesse,
Aron. How these were they that made away his Brother.
Aron. Exit Aaron.
Marti. Marti.
Marti. Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out,
Marti. From this vnhallow'd and blood‑stained Hole?
Quintus. Quintus.
Quintus. I am surprised with an vncouth feare,
Quintus. A chilling sweat ore‑runs my trembling ioynts,
Quintus. My heart suspects more then mine eie can see.
Marti. To proue thou hast a true diuining heart,
Marti. Aaron and thou looke downe into this den,
Marti. And see a fearefull sight of blood and death.
Quintus. Aaron is gone,
Quintus. And my compassionate heart